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All I can see is what I fried And all the world in your black eyes I'll run in circles all the time I'll gather up all that is mine Into the room inside my head The walls are black, the roof is red and fiery, like a volcano I wear it like a massive halo And this pretty speckled lenght of twine That's wrapped around your neck is mine A ruby rose, stiffed and froze is what I give to you If I could taste your salty head and pick your dead hair from my eyes let you smell the sweet despise Those peaks and troughs, guts for a valley Are dead sea in my back alley How tall and wide you have to get How big and dark and badly lit And if you said I did, would you believe me If I showed you gold, would you see through me And if tomorrow didn't come Would you I'll run in circles all the time I'll gather up all that is mine into this room Inside my head, the walls are black The roof is red.
